NEON NIGHTS, UNDERHANDED SCHEMES: A DETECTIVE'S STORY

The city pulsated with a million stories. A place where darkness clung to the corners and wealth glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Reagan, wasn't your average cop. My desk was a dimly lit hole above a dive bar and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp wit and a knack for sniffing out danger. The phone blew, its shrill cry slicing